In the beginning, there was the Ocean... Then the Ocean and all the Seas took her. She got swallowed by all the Blues and by the unbalanced Waves for Eternity. The Ocean is her Universe and the Universe is all on her. She is the, and belongs to, the Sea. She was born for it and on it she will lay in the End. The enormous Ocean, the indomitable Waters, the unpredictable Wind, the Storm! She belongs to the beginning of the End. Forced to a stubborn Life in the land of all the fresh Rivers Waters, tiny Salty Tear, she will die alone. Eternally seeking for the Warmness of his arms, whoever he may be, the man who calls her from the deep of the deepest and darkener Ocean...
6 Comments:
At 20:41, Su said…
mto bem..para quem tinha duvidas, deixou de as ter:)))))))))
jocas maradas de azuis
At 13:52, deep said…
cinza tb é cor e nao é azul...
At 20:31, Mónica said…
oooo mole n zanga! amolece!
maresia n é mole! zanga-se!
At 03:10, Mónica said…
onde é a Onda? perdi-a nas cores da rede!
ah, a rede põe-me ora triste-azul ora feliz-encarnada, e ti?
At 17:01, Crepúsculo Maria da Graça Oliveira Gomes said…
Mas o que está mole amiga tem calma com o tempo vai ficar mais durinho;).
Beijokas
At 22:42, Mocho Falante said…
ola viva
vim aqui agradecer a tua visita lá no meu poiso. Volta sempre
:-D
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